The Station.

[Vin.]

I arose out of my seat, only to see her staring into my eyes. I looked in the opposite direction to avoid alterations with the masculine woman. As I walked towards the open door, to step onto the platform I saw her walk towards me. A sudden shiver went down my spine, only to be followed by a blunt blow to the back of my head.

“What the..” I stuttered.

Another hit, followed by another, and another.

“What do you think you were doing?” yelled the behemoth.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” she screamed.

It went suddenly went dark, very dark.

 

I awoke to find myself lying flat on the cold, wet, platform. I staggered back up, pulled myself together and cleaned my face off with an old tissue that had been in my pocket for days. My bag was gone, and all that was left was my mobile, broken in two. A dark figure approached me.

 

“Are you alright?” the figure asked. I knew now that it was one of the station security guards. I could tell by his uniform.

 

“Yes, I’m fine, just a little sore” I explained to the man. There was a bin next to the man, 2 feet from where I was. I picked up the pieces that were left of my phone and threw them into the bin.

 

I began walking over towards the escalators, when a voice said to me,

“You’re bleeding from your neck” I grabbed for my neck and looked at my hand. As the voice had told me, I was bleeding heavily from my neck. As I went to get the tissue from my pocket, I had remembered I had also thrown it into the bin with the phone.

 

“Do you have a spare tissue?” I shouted to the security guard, who was still watching me from a distance.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.” yelled the man.

 

The bleeding was getting heavier and heavier, I could feel the pressure starting to build on my neck, and I started going cold. I’ve always had a weak stomach. Ever since I was little.

 

I felt my knees starting to go weak, and starting slowly walking towards the escalators again, hoping someone upstairs at the station office would have one. I kept walking up the stairs of the escalator, as I was doing this, my knees gave way. I fell backwards, and suddenly I stopped falling, the security guard had caught me.

 

He put me back on my feet, and yet again I fell.

“Please would you help me, just carry me up to the top” I asked him.

“No problem Ma’am” he said.

 

He laid me down at the top of the escalators.

“Would you happen to have any water?” I asked the man, who was looking very deep in thought.

“No Ma’am, I’m sorry I don’t.” he explained.

 

He sat down next to me, and held my back up, as I was now feeling very light headed. I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Do you know anyone that can help me?” I asked.

“Someone should come in the next few days” he explained to me.

 

I looked at him, and didn’t quite understand what he had said. He looked at me with a nasty look on his face. He touched my leg and smelt my hair. I was so scared. I tried to get up and get him off, except there was no use. It was as if someone had poisoned me.

 

The man got up, and as he did, a syringe fell out of his pocket. I looked at the needle, looked back at him, and he just stood there and stared at me. He leant over and grabbed my hair. He started dragging me across the floor of the station. All of a sudden he ripped my dress right in half.

 

Suddenly I heard a booming voice.

“Hey!” someone shouted.

 

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This was something I wrote when I was about 15 years old, that I just uncovered two days ago. Just wanted to find out what people thought of my mind back then.

 

I hope you enjoy.

[Ryunday]

I liked it good job Vin. The concept of the story was interesting.